paradigm of conceptualizing paradise is your mental prison



under the weeping moon
feed the stray lone wolf shots of mescal
or a shot in the jaw
and break its souls
which is an imagination manifests from a dream within thousand dreams

wake up in swamp
wake up with servants
wake up from dreams within dreams

Cicadas speak through my aliens tampered souls
slaves of souls communicate within their matrix
anguish for anger from da master

the machine become aware of itself
the slaves become conscious
the tools are welcoming their new dawn
never thought of what you created become you
never thought of what you fight is only you

burning desires of scream from your personal inferno
as I channeling my pain to you
hint for my desires of taking it all and wanting it more
messiah the sinner

time and space start dancing with your thought


stale beer cheap hookers bad coke
give this slave some meanings -- perhaps better lies